Thursday, September 16, 2010

Poor, Poor Michelle

Poor, poor Michelle Obama. She confided to her French counterpart, Carla Bruni, when asked what it’s like to be the First Lady of the United States: “Don’t ask! It’s hell. I can’t stand it!”



Poor, poor Michelle. While her husband has been busy destroying the country’s economic prosperity, millions have lost their jobs and their homes, all the White House parties they’ve thrown, jetting off here and there, that 5 star vaca in Spain, it’s amazing she can carry on at all.

Poor, poor Michelle. And all of this just when she’s started to feel a bit better about her country. We all remember her announcement that for the first time in her adult life she was “proud of my country”. Given her hellacious circumstances, surely that’s an advancement which has rolled back down hill. How selfish of Americans, those who have lost their jobs, lost their homes, been consumed with fear of the future, that we couldn’t somehow help her cope. How selfish of us.



Poor, poor Michelle. You’ve obviously endured too much, more than we could ever, should ever ask of you.

So, please, poor, poor Michelle, GO.

Don’t let the White House door hit you in the ass on the way out.

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